"ah!"

"This, this is...?"

Before Xiao Changlin could take a breath, he was trembling with fright at the token in Lin Twelve's palm.

It seemed that I saw something extremely terrifying.

"You actually recognize it?"

Lin Twelve took out this thing just to try it, but he didn't expect that his reaction would be so big.

"Wanxiang Gate!"

"The 139th generation disciple, Xiao Changlin meets the leader!"

After being shocked, Xiao Changlin became very excited and suddenly knelt down on the ground.

Seeing this, Xie Yingsheng's brain immediately became congested with blood, and he almost fainted to the ground. What was going on?

"You are indeed our disciple!"

Lin Twelve was already suspicious when he saw the talisman he drew.

The token in his hand is the token of the head of the Wanxiang Sect passed down from generation to generation, and it is also the symbol of the sect’s inheritance, the ‘Wanxiang Order’.

No one who is not a disciple of this sect will know it!

"yes!"

"I don't know if the disciple has offended me in front of the master, so I ask the master to forgive me!"

The excited Xiao Changlin kowtowed repeatedly, without any doubt or contempt, and his attitude became extremely humble.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Get up, get up first and talk!"

Lin Twelve couldn't accept being kowtowed to by such an old man.

In the 'Wanxiang Sect', the leader is the absolute supreme, but in this age, there is no such thing as kowtow!

"Yes, thank you very much, Master!"

After Xiao Changlin stood up, tears filled the corners of his eyes.

"Fuck!"

"You're already old, isn't it?"

When Lin Twelve saw it, he was so depressed that he slapped his head.

"Make the leader laugh!"

"It has been sixty years since I entered the master's sect, but I have not been recognized by the master. I have only dreamed of officially joining the Wanxiang Sect... Today I met the master. The disciple can finally get his wish and die without regrets."

Xiao Changlin was like a child at this moment, the more he talked, the more tears he shed.

"Well!"

"what happened to you?"

Lin Twelve didn't understand.

"Back to the master, this disciple met his mentor Meng Yan when he was a child."

"Thanks to the teachings of my mentor and the teachings of my destiny, this disciple has achieved what he is today... But my mentor has never returned, so the disciple has not officially started."

Xiao Changlin sighed, dusty memories kept resurfacing, and he couldn't control his mood.

"Meng Yan!"

"He, he seems to be my senior brother!"

After Lin Twelve thought about it carefully, he finally remembered a few names that his master had said.

"Well!"

"Disciple Xiao Changlin, pay homage to the head master!"

Hearing this, Xiao Changlin was startled again, but he immediately saluted again.

"Hey!"

"Stop kneeling down!"

Lin Twelve did not expect that not only was he the leader, but he was also senior to him.

"Uncle Master, the rules of the sect cannot be broken!"

Xiao Changlin is not used to it, but he has deep feelings for Wanxiang Sect and is willing to be a junior.

"Okay, stop chirping!"

"What the hell is this age, and you still kneel down at every turn? The old liar master is dead. I am the leader and I have the final say!"

Lin Twelve really couldn't accept it.

"ah!"

"Master Divine Fortune Teller, has passed away?"

Hearing this, Xiao Changlin felt quite sad. No wonder he couldn't find any trace of the fortune teller.

"Oh, what's there to be sad about?"

"That old guy has lived for more than two hundred years. If he doesn't die, it will be a waste of food... Okay, okay, stop talking and drink!"

Lin Twelve was not sad, but looked away.

Hearing this, the two old men were shocked. People can live for more than two hundred years. This is too long!

Incredible, incredible!

After half pay.

Xiao Changlin calmed down and immediately stepped forward: "Uncle Master, since the master has passed away, can the disciple officially join the 'Wanxiang Sect'?"

"Okay, okay!"

"As long as you don't call me uncle, let alone join the Wanxiang Sect, I will give you the position of head of the Wanxiang Sect!"

Lin Twelve waved his hands depressedly.

It was a bare sect that finally had a disciple, but it turned out that he was already seventy or eighty years old, and Lin Twelve couldn't bear to order him around.

In this case, Lin Twelve is in big trouble!

"Uncle Master, you, how could you do this?"

"The Lord of Heaven and Earth is the master, and the kindness of the master is equal to the kindness of the parents... Once the sect rules are established, how can the uncle break it at will, let alone the position of the leader?"

Xiao Changlin spoke seriously.

"Fuck!"

Lin Twelve was so angry that he cursed, why was he so stubborn: "Okay...I promise you, I will officially accept you as the entrance wall, that's all OK!"

"Yes, my disciple, thank you very much, Uncle Master!"

Xiao Changlin smiled and was satisfied.

"Okay, let's stop it!"

Seeing that he was about to speak again, Lin Twelve quickly waved his hand to stop him and shouted: "Fan Meimei, Xie Bi... If you two girls don't come down to drink with me, I'm leaving!"

Hearing this, Xiao Changlin still wanted to speak.

However, he was stopped by Xie Yingsheng.

Xie Yingsheng knew Lin Twelve's character and could understand it. This was indeed a bit sudden and it was normal for him not to get used to it.

I really didn’t expect that his old friend would have such a deep connection with Lin Twelve?

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The sky is getting dark.

Xie Yingsheng was afraid that Lin Twelve had drunk too much, so he finally couldn't help but speak: "Boy Lin, in your opinion, what's the situation with Chairman Nie?"

"Wait!"

"Lao Xie, what was your name just now?"

When Xiao Changlin heard this, he immediately became unhappy: "We are brothers, and you call me uncle like that, because you want to take advantage of me!"

"Oh, you still don't want to?"

"You, old man, have been bullying me all your life just because of your cultivation. Hey, today, it's my turn to bully you!"

He didn't mention it, but Xie Yingsheng didn't even notice it, but he immediately became interested.

"You're dreaming!"

Xiao Changlin waved his hand in displeasure.
To be continued...